How to Get Away with Murder

Previously on "How to Get Away with Murder"...

What's the deal with your father?

He is not a good person.

I love you, Oliver.

I think we should break up.

Any new significant others, besides Wes' little lady?

Hi.

Want to go finally meet your dad?

I think I'm your son.

Why would you think that?

You think it's Frank putting them up?

No.

I found him. What do you want to do?

Hang up the phone!

- You okay? - Yeah.

I live here! Please! Who is it? Tell me!

You're in shock right now. I understand that.

Unfortunately, we do need to get

as much information from you right now as possible.

Can you tell us where you were before?

Ms. Keating.

The clinic.

I had to pick up some work.

Did anyone else see you there?

Someone who can vouch for your whereabouts?

You're joking.

My house is burning down,

and you want to make me a suspect?

Now, hold on. No one's saying anything like that.

Yeah, be a monster. That's fine.

- But don't be a dumb-ass, as well. - To be clear,

your neighbors saw your car in the driveway all day.

You want to arrest me for burning down my house?

Then do it!

Cuff me right here! Arrest me!

Go on, arrest me!

No!

What kind of dreams were you having?

Tossing and turning all night, talking gibberish.

- Annalise. - Hmm?

Was it a sex dream?

Is that why you don't want to tell me about it?

You had another guy up in this bed?

Who says it was a guy?

Oh, no, no, no.

No way I'm letting you leave me high and dry.

Mm. Go shower.

Or else you're gonna be late for work.

I didn't... I didn't have a choice.

He's dead.

Get off me! Get off me!

Annalise.

I got an idea.

Get in the shower.

It's big enough for both of us.

Hello?

This is Annalise.

Hi, this is Candice from President Hargrove's office.

She was hoping you had time to stop by today.

We just wanted to let you know

that we'd launched a priority investigation

into who posted the fliers.

We're having campus security increase their patrols, too,

as well as having them review our active-shooter drills with all of our employees.

This is all standard stuff.

- We're not concerned. - Well, I wasn't concerned

till you started telling me how not concerned you were.

We just wanted you to know we're on it.

It's probably just some student blowing off steam.

Most likely.

Um, one sec.

"Safe space" used to mean

you could express your feelings.

Now I have to take it literally.

It's fine.

It's just H.R. covering their asses.

If you only knew.

- How's the clinic going? - Good.

Thanks again for making that work.

I should be thanking you

for coming up with such a great idea.

Hey!

- Were you meeting with the President? - How'd you know?

Well, you just walked out of her office.

Oh.

- Is it about the fliers? - No, that's all over.

You still got that god-awful apartment?

Yeah.

You should move out, come stay with me.

What are you talking about?

I don't know. You could save money for a little.

But it's weird.

- Why? - Meggy, for one.

Meggy?

Yeah, my girlfriend. I told you about her.

Oh, I didn't know that was still a thing.

All right, well, forget I said anything.

Go study.

No one ever became a good lawyer

hanging out in the quad.

What's all this?

I'm reorganizing because your stupid clinic

means Annalise can't take real cases anymore.

It's not my clinic.

So, the new locks,

are they to keep out anyone in particular?

Why are you here, Laurel?

I just came to say hi.

Is there any news on the Mahoney case.

We don't care about that case.

But the cops haven't arrested anyone yet.

Wes could still be a suspect.

- He's not. - How do you know that?

Because Eve is on it.

She has a contact at the NYPD, so just relax.

Wes is not a suspect.

- Is Frank? - Laurel.

You would tell me if you'd heard from him

so that at least I'd know he's not dead.

- Maybe he is. - Don't say that.

What are you girls gossiping about?

I just came to say hi to Bonnie.

Why does everyone think that's so weird?

Are you sure it's not weird?

I've never seen you wear a suit to class before.

That's because I don't look as dashing as you when I wear one.

Hey. Uh, what do you think about this apartment?

I never said you had to rush to move out.

Yeah, you just dumped me.

Don't say it like that.

What? You didn't dump me?

I just don't like that saying.

Imagine how much you'd like being dumped then.

I shouldn't be late for my first day.

Do you want to walk over there together, or...

Um... you know what?

I would actually feel more comfortable

if we went separately.

Oh. Okay.

Uh, do you want me to go first?

I'm kidding.

Come on.

- What did you do? - For real.

Do not tell me that you cheated on my boy.

No, actually, it was his decision.

Apparently he's been thinking about it all summer.

You don't think there's something else going on?

Wait, you think my boy cheated on you?

Have any of you seen these articles?

They're all about the fliers.

Oh, down we go.

We're ignoring that right now.

- Oliver dumped Connor. - Why?!

Oh, my God, you cheated on him.

- No. - Oh, my God, you cheated on him.

No, he thinks that he wants some space,

and clearly I'll be changing his mind by the end of the week.

Damn, the girl's cocky.

Well, you'd understand if you gave me a go at that ass.

Oh, sorry. This ass is taken.

- By who? - Seriously, who is this weirdo?

Hot little number I met at the bar, but she's stacked.

I'll tell you, she's up top and bottom.

- Just, unh! - Okay.

- Am I the only one who cares about this? - I think it's good.

Journalists might be able to figure out who's putting the fliers up.

You ever think Annalise just put them up herself?

And why would she do that?

To get attention, to play the victim.

- Wow, that's ridiculous. - Is it?

Take a seat.

Court's assigned us a new client.

Irene Crowley,

convicted of murdering her husband Rodney

when she was 31 years old.

The weapon... a claw hammer.

After she finished,

she showered, took the bus to work,

punched in on time for her shift at the factory.

Ugh, that's terrible.

Why are you here?

Um...

You said I should come introduce myself.

Class, this is Mr. Hampton.

I've hired him as the clinic's technology expert.

He's getting paid, so use him as you wish.

As long as it's legal.

Uh, my desk is down the hall in the...

- Mr. Hampton. - Okay.

Today, Irene is 63 years old.

She's served 32 years in prison

and has been denied parole six times.

Now, we're gonna fight like hell to get her free.

Why?

Irene was physically and sexually abused by her husband

throughout their 10-year marriage.

Now, at the time,

the courts did not allow past abuse into evidence,

which left her without a defense.

Domestic-abuse victims are afforded greater protections now,